While we were dancing, I saw my friend talking to a guy and then she pointed at me. The guy had the biggest smile on his face. Wha? What was that all about? I asked her what she just told him and she said, "That's pay back for last time!" (To give you some background, last time we were at Central Park, my friend thought one of the frisbee throwers was cute, so I told him, "Hey, my friend thinks you're cute!" He ended up talking to her at the park, getting her number, and meeting up with her for dinner. Turns out he was gay...or so she thinks he was. But in this situation, I didn't even think this guy was cute.) So I felt obligated to talk to him because I didn't want to make an ass out of him. Eventually he went to the bathroom and that was the last we saw of him.
Eventually the place gotpacked. Like sardines in a can. As we tried to make our way down from the second floor, we had to vertically crowd surf, swaying back and forth with the flow of the crowd. There were bodies pressing against me, in the front, side and back of me. We were over that place so we headed over to a dive bar called BillyMark's. The owners are brothers, named Billy and Mark, and we met Mark, who for some reason, had a thing for me. He was a charmer, throwing out lines here and there, and before I left, he gave me a rose. How sweet is that? Too bad he's my dad's age.
When we got back to my friend's place, she was venting about a guy who didn't return her phone call. What's up with that? If you know a girl likes you and she calls you, what's so hard about calling her back? It messes with her head, making her think, "Does he like me, does he not like me, is he playing games, should I not like him, should I call him?" Anyways, he texted her with, "I'm feeling yummy head to toe." Umm...unless you're a gingerbread man or you're a female, you can't say that as a straight man. We later find out that that line was from Gwen Stefani's lyrics, which still doesn't make it okay for him to text her that.
The next morning I head home in the subway and there's this guy sitting next to me, fighting with his invisible friend. I'm used to people talking to themselves, but this guy was punching himself on his thigh. His tone was so angry that I thought he was going to take his anger out on me.
Later I went to Sheep Meadow in Central Park to get some reading done. The past couple days have been gloomy and rainy but today the skies were clear. It was probably 60 degrees and my feet were numb from the cold. I'm seriously going to die when the temperature drops down in the next couple months.
I stopped by to check out the rollerbladers. Some were dressed up. I have no clue what this guy was.
Some more rollerskaters in costumes.
I've been waiting for the leaves to turn orange and red. I was so excited to see a speck of orange!
My friend and I went to FAO Schwartz because we had nothing else better to do. I can't believe the things rich people buy for their kids. Why couldn't I have life-sized stuff animals in my room when I was a kid? By the way, Chaaaaaaaaarlie, let's go to Candy Mountain!
When we went down the escalator to the first floor, we saw this picture. My friend said that if that picture were in the subway, somebody would draw something vulgar by the baby's mouth.
Looks like an ordinary stroller/baby carriage. Guess how much it costs? $800! For $800, a car should hit it going 40 mph and the baby would be fine.
You thought $800 was a lot? These things cost more than $1000! That's enough groceries for me for about a whole freakin' year!
While you're there, adopt a baby.
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